Last night during President (so weird/awesome to say that) Obama's address to Congress, Kristin and I did like Kristin and I do best, and laid on the couch. After a rough day of dealing with a lot of things I was just comfortable to be with her, and all of the anxiety of the day manifested itself into a deep sleep within MINUTES of her laying down next to me on the couch. I had a dream and in the dream I came up with a spoken-word poem that I considered magnificent. In my dream, I told it to Kristin, who smiled and told me it was good. Turns out I wasn't dreaming. Today, when reciting the poem, she told me I had already told her last night. I was so comfortable with her, I thought I was dreaming. Makes sense considering I have to pinch myself everytime she refers to me as her boyfriend.
Here is the poem:
Looked left, looked right.
I was right. She had left.
There's nothing left to write.
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You've taken to writing "everytime," like I do (which is the way it should be (see: everyday, everywhere, everything)), instead of "every time," which is the correct way. Maybe we DO text too much.
PS: This is nice.
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